This trip was very last-minute for us. A friend had this trip planned and when her travel buddy backed out at the last-minute she sent us an invite. How could we say, no? Plus, I never do things last-minute so when I do, I feel proud of myself. So off we went, Carla, Reese, Doug and I to the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica to a small town called, Puerto Viejo near the Panama border. The town was quite unique, attracting residents from all over Europe, Africa and the Caribbean. Our hosts at Cashew Hill were an American family that had relocated to Costa Rica to raise their 4 children after 9/11.
The accommodations were simple and clean. The highlight being the hammocks on the deck and the host dogs, Ozzie and Elvis. The low-light being, no hot water, zip zilch zero.
On this trip we, road-tripped through a rain forest, sun bathed, kayaked, zip lined, danced to pop, snorkeled, hiked for 2 damn hours looking for those holler monkeys we could hear but never see, and dined on Italian food made by an Italian, Costa Rican food made by a Costa Rican, and Spanish tapas made by a Spaniard.
Hooray for Cashew Hill!
Posted by: carla stratton | August 16, 2009 at 12:08 PM